Didn't I-- ugh! [ She gives a noise caught somewhere between frustrated and annoyed, pulling her head up and back a little to glare at him but never letting go of him even a bit. ] Didn't I get your message? The message where you go on about stealing a poncho from a wooden indian? The one you sent me hours after I watched you go down along with the house? That message?
[ This probably doesn't look very welcoming and affectionate to an outsider, but it kind of is. Really. She's just so relieved that he's alive and well for her to rant at. ]